I looked over at you
Seated on the rocks
Along the barnacle red shore
Above the shell strewn beach
The sea breeze ran long fingers
Through your red hair
Teasing a strand
Across your face
I smiled at the quiet joy
That I could see in your eyes
Behind dark glasses
A smoke resting in your fingers
The Harley chrome shone like a halo
In the scenery behind you
And I asked myself
Can there be anything better
Than this?
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